The little Taoist Qiu Ye and the round-faced little girl Chang Raccoon have now added two little bald heads, Tianbao and Junbao, and the four of them are followed by a bald groundhog who can't get rid of them. In the eyes of outsiders, the combination of this group of people is indescribably weird, Taoist priests, monks, girls, and little demons.

Xiao Daoist Mound also led a group of people all the way to the north, crossing the stream and passing through the village and the store. Because of the two little bald heads, the trip was much slower than when Qiu Ye and Xiao Chang were on their way. All the way to the scenery, for the little civet who has been in the valley for more than 2,000 years, everything is very fresh, from time to time to play, and there are many times when the interest is suddenly lost. The bald marmot behind everyone is the result of the little civet's playfulness, and now everyone is inexplicably following a very dog-legged little follower, of course, this dog-legged little follower is only for the little dog-legged fox.

At 10 o'clock at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the heat was unbearable. At this time, the people were sitting in the woods by the roadside, resting in the shade. The bald marmot was holding a pile of fruit that had just been picked from the woods, and was standing in front of the little civet, grinning and showing two big teeth, waiting for the little civet to praise him.

The round-faced girl picked the best-looking fruit and took a bite: "It's quite sweet." ”

The bald marmot seemed to have won a great reward, grinning and twisting his ass. The fruit that the two little little shorts were holding in their hands almost fell to the ground, and the big groundhog, who had frightened himself a lot, looked at the little civet cautiously, and hurriedly restrained the amplitude of the tail waging.

Tianbao and Junbao, who were sitting on the ground eating sweet fruits, suddenly stood up, and said to the fat monk who came on the official road: "Uncle Shi, why are you here?"

The fat old monk wearing a monk's robe walked up to Junbao and Tianbao, and touched the little bald heads of the two people with both hands. I wanted to say that the fat monk who was hungry and thin looked at the two little heads that had obviously become rounder, and swallowed back the words when they came to his mouth.

"Amitabha. The poor monk and the two Zen temples have seen two small donors. I don't know if the two little donors can go with me to the two Zen temples to sit as guests. ”

"Thank you Master Juexing for your kindness, it's just that Chang Lifu and I are in a hurry to return to Taiping Mountain to resume our lives, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely visit again." Qiu also stood in front of Xiao Chang and was ready to do it at any time.

"The old monks of your two Zen temples are really not as pleasing as the little monks. Otherwise, I'll go and smash your two temples now. The round-faced little civet raised his eyebrows and pushed away the little Taoist priest who was blocking him, his displeasure was revealed.

The fat monk laughed and took off the Buddha beads hanging on his chest. "Then I can only try my best to ask the two little donors to come with me. ”

Xiao Tianbao was dragged by Xiao Junbao's sleeve and stood in front of Qiu Ye and Xiao Chang Fox together, blocking the fat monk.

Xiao Junbao stumbled and said to the fat monk: "Uncle Shi, can you not catch the little civet, she is very good." ”

Xiao Tianbao looked back at the civet civet, then turned his head to look at the fat monk, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Shi, Xiao Chang said that he would go to the temple if he found the person she was looking for." Why don't you give her a few more days or a few years?"

The fat monk couldn't cry or laugh, and pointed to the two little bald heads and said helplessly: "You two little guys, you have only been talking to others for a few days after leaving the temple. ”

"Uncle Shi, I'm speaking towards the truth. Xiao Chang is a demon, but she didn't do anything wrong, why should we arrest her?" Xiao Junbao stared at the fat monk with a firm look.

The fat monk looked at Xiao Junbao with firm eyes and said, "Little Junbao, what you just said is very reasonable. But the two Zen temples have been built for thousands of years, and the ancestors of the past generations have been in the valley for thousands of years, do you know why? This is the ancestral training left by our two Zen temple ancestors, and our two Zen temples built Mount Emei in order to guard the demon in the valley and prevent her from running out. ”

"Xiao Junbao, one person and all living beings in the world, all living beings in the world and one person, how do you think you should choose?"

"One being is also one being, and every living being is one being. You can't choose, and you shouldn't choose that. Xiao Junbao lowered his head and frowned, and clenched his two small fists angrily. "If you have to choose, you will exchange my hell for one person and sentient beings without having to make a choice. ”

The fat monk stroked his palms and laughed: "Yes, yes! Although you now have the determination to become a Buddha if hell is not empty, you also have the ability to make hell empty. ”

While the fat monk was talking, the Buddha beads in his hand were disconnected, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads fell to the ground, deeply embedded in the soil, and formed a circle around the two brothers of the fat monk and Junbao Tianbao. After that, with the six-character mantra of Buddhism of "Om, Ma, Well, Horn, Mi, Ng", one hundred and eight Buddha beads embedded in the soil suddenly flourished with golden light, blooming with dazzling light, and the scriptures in the golden light loomed, and the Sanskrit sound burst.

The fat monk's heavy palms pressed on the heads of the two small bald heads of Junbao and Tianbao, and a stream of pure and vigorous Buddhist righteousness poured into the body from the palms of the fat monk along the Baihui acupoints of the two small bald heads, which was the technique of Buddhist empowerment.

As the righteous qi of Buddhism continued to flow into the bodies of Junbao and Tianbao, the fat monk's originally round and full body was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The golden light of the Buddha Gate emitted by the one hundred and eight Buddha beads around the three of them also became dimmer and dimmer, and after the last trace of Buddha light disappeared, they all shattered. In the end, the great monk Juexing, who had run out of oil and dried up, sat cross-legged, and looked lovingly at the two little bald heads who were crying silently in front of him with cloudy eyes.

The monks of the two Zen temples sat down and went west. A cool breeze blew and turned into ashes and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

Many years ago, Juexing and Jueyuan, who were still little novices, sat on the big stone at the entrance of the valley and knocked on the wooden fish every day.

"Master, why are we watching this demon here?"

"Prevent her from running out and causing trouble to the world. ”

"But if the demon inside is a good demon. What are we subduing the demons for?"

"For the sake of the Fa. ”

"But what if the law is wrong?"

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In the palace of Luoyang City of the Great Xia Dynasty, which has become a ruin, a tall old man dressed in a green shirt and with a white beard is sitting cross-legged on the main hall of the early dynasty of the Son of Heaven, with a chessboard in front of him, nineteen chessboards, and black and white on the board. There was no one in front of the old man, and he was playing against himself.

The tall old man in the Confucian shirt muttered to himself with a sunspot in his hand.

"What an unreasonable hand. ”

The sunspot fell to the ground, and the old man in Tsing Yi stroked his palm and laughed

"In the past five hundred years, there has been a game of chess, and idlers seem to have nothing in the world.

Chess does not know the reincarnation of people, and a son covers Soochow in light and darkness. ”

In the eyes of the old man in Confucian shirts, the world is just a chessboard in the palm of his hand, and everyone is a chess piece on this game.

Everything in the world has no self-nature. If one person makes a mistake, all living beings make a mistake, and the world is an accomplice.